Morning journal and courier., 1887-08-17

l is honest never gets aboard and tries to beat 1 his way, and no one knows this better than i the conductor.
 ! ''No, we seldom get tips," he continued, "and great many of us never take them Of course we can pick up many cigars, but they are more in the line of sociability than anything else. We have so many friends along the road that they are always doing something oe the kind. I know one day returned book to an old gentleman who had left it in his seat as he changed cars here. He offered me a dollar, which re- fused. He then thanked me very gratefully with marked English accent I found out afterward he was Herbert Spencer. I was glad then I refused the 'tip'
 1 can give you another instance" he said after another struggle with his cigar, land that happened between here and Syracuse. We pulled out one night, and as I walked through the car saw young girl with a pinched face, dark, sad eyes and a hacking cough. I saw that she was a consumptive, and l made up my mind that she was hurry ing home to die. I was all sympathy at once, and I made up my mind that I would keep track of her and sec that her journey was pleasant as possible. We whirled along, and as went by her saw that she was suf- fering. proHered my services and she said she wanted a cup of water. I got it and then fixed the seats and made her bed. I gave her all the help could, and she finally
 
 student at the Normal school at Albany, but she had broken down during the course of study. Now had cousin there and told her so, and she knew her. She became more confidential and told me she was going home to die, and that the doctors had told her she could not live six months. When we parted turned her over to the conductor on the next run, who had at one time been train man with me. I never saw her again.
 ''lt was good six months afterward," he said as he lighted his cigar which had gone out, "when 1 heard that there was a reward offered to the trainman who had been kind to sick lady on his train. I thought of nay adventure, but I made up my mind that I was not the lucky man. Now all the boys had sick passenger, but none got the reward. One day in Syracuse a man came up and began to talk with me about my sick passenger and wanted de- scription. I am a good hand at remember ing names and faces, and I told him about her pinched face and her eyes and cough, as I have told you. He told me that I was ths man he was looking for, but wanted me to tell how she was dressed, and I did not miss that. Then he informed me that she had requested on her deathbed that I should be well rewarded for my kindness. He told me that she had a little money, but that her mother was in rather poor circumstances. I am not very saving any way, but I have enough for my ordinary expenses. I thought of my own mother, and then I made up my mind that I did not want any reward, and I told them so. I knew that she was grateful, and I told them I did not value the reward half as much as did her rer1e--4Drance ot me. I never got the reward" he added with an attempt at a smile, land these are the only tips that ever received. But I must re- port for this train, 30 that if the other man can't go I may take his run. If you ever take run down our road go on our train. I will try and make it pleasant for vou